For most of my life, I’ve been in Ohio during winter. Every winter, the same thing happens. It gets dark earlier. It gets colder. We start wearing layers, turning on our furnaces, cleaning out our fireplaces, and finding the cranny where we stashed our flannel sheets. It’s all pretty routine and straightforward. Then a little insanity begins. We start watching the weather reports. Until late fall, we pretty much figure out what the weather is by going outside.